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“Do you actually know what you’re doing?” Even doesn’t blame Nardole for flinching. They would be just as twitchy if someone was messing with their parts.
Most people, anyway.
“I had a very good teacher.”
“…The Doctor.”
Even doesn’t answer.
“Because you wouldn’t be using skills you learned from her on-“
“No.”
“Good.”
“Went by ‘he’ more often then.”
“That’s it. I’m putting an end to-“
“I’m almost done,” Even interrupts. “You have screws loose.”
“Now you’re just being rude.”
They blink. “Three of them. They’re messing with your motor function. How am I rude?”
Nardole blusters without an answer.
